We are Scythes. And the weapons We wield are not by any means our friends. The devastating force of bullet, blade, and bludgeon tears us apart each day, every day, piece by piece, and leaves us with wounds that will never heal. This is what ties us to the masses, yet restrains us from being one with them. And with each new gleaning, We bleed and break anew, yet our resolve never changes. For We are scythes. Nothing will ever change that fact. And when it is your time to bleed, you will know, and you will learn.
